A Letter written out of Bedfordshire unto the Earle of MANCHESTER, And intercepted by one of His MAJESTIES Scouts.
THE Sadnesse of our condition (though I have been a long while silent) enforceth me to write unto you, and againe become a suiter, that laying all other thoughts aside, you will be pleased to think of your own safety, upon whose depends ours that are your friends. They are no Romanses that I shall relate unto you, but such truths as, in good faith (if they wake you not now from your Lethargick Dreame) I think you must sleep till the last Trumpet, for my part I must ingeniously confesse it has disperst all the Chymera's that have Iingled about my understanding, and I must aske your pardon for that I can be no longer of your Opinion, To omitt all other of the Kings, or rather Heavens Scourges of us, who have boasted so much of our strengths, a lessen for all men to learne, to beware of that hand that strikes with the Sword of Iustice, would any man have beleeved, after we had seen so many Pamphlets of the great Strength, and huge Victories of the Lord Farefax, against the Lord of New-Castle in the North, we should have seen the QUEENE leade an Army from thence under our Noses (no man daring to oppose Her) up unto the King, able to beat us in the South, and in the meane time the Lord Newcastle taking from us all our Townes, not leaving a hole to hide our heads in (except Hull,) and that too, how neere loosing? Did not you write me from London, that S r William Waller (who you stiled the Conquerour) had beaten S r Ralph Hopton:, and the Cornish who you so much dreaded, into the Vies, and that you hoped by the next you should write me, he had made sure the West by the taking the Foot from the Prince, and the Horse they were all routed and runne away. On the contrary I know of certaine, that the Horse you so despised, have on Thursday last in the afternoone totally routed S r William Waller, taken all his Foot (said to be 1500.) all his Ordinance, Armes, and Ammunition, killed and taken diverse of his Horse, and so disperst the rest, that there is hardly ten of them in a body any where, and whether he himselfe escaped is not yet certain, but if not, so wearyed and discomforted, as I am confident he can never make head againe in that County to any purpose, which Victory was given by Heaven as a happy Omen at the Ioyfull meeting of the King and Queene at Edg-hill where the first Battaile was Fought, at the very instant when they mett as an earnest no doubt of their future favours. They comming afterwards to OXFORD in little lesse then a Triumph, accompanied with the Ioyfull acclamations of all the People as they came along, making Bonfires on the Hills (as if they had a desire the Light of Israel should be seene) what the issue of this will be, you well know, and how you have now nothing left you to trust unto, but the false-hearted South, who assure your selves having becn false to their King, will never be true to you. Ile say no more, 'tis high time to bethinke your selfe, and God of his mercy give you understanding to see and eschew evill, so wisheth
I have sent you the Particulars.
- Our strength in Foot. 2500.
- Six Regiment of Horse. 2500.
- One Regiment Dragooners 500.
- Wee lost. 600.
- Taken Prisoners of ours. 900.
- Coulours lost of Foot. 28.
- Cornets of Horse. 9.
- Brasse Ordinance. 8.
- Prisoners redeemed from us. 130.
- Their Horse was 1500.
- We lost all our Armes, Ammunition, and Baggage.